I inhaled, thinking about his words and wondering how I felt about doing as he said. Before I could come up with a reply, Van went on.
“I have twenty-six percent of the shares with the potential of more, although that’s looking less likely.”
“Why?”
Van shook his head. “I never lied to you. I promised I’d do what I could and I am. I wanted you to know that.” His smile grew. “Now let me watch the woman I love open these bags.”
Tears came to my eyes. “You love?”
“If you can’t tell that, you’re not paying attention, or I’ve done a shitty job showing it.”
I shook my head. “I-I think I love you too. I was reading about you and all that happened after the takeover and dissolution of Sherman Brothers.”
“If corporate intrigue increases your affection level, I promise there’s a lot more.”
My cheeks rose. “No, it’s not the intrigue; I found myself worried that you wouldn’t survive the court battles. I realized…I cared. You’re not some person in multiple articles, you’re you.” I laid my palm on his chest. “You’re the man I trust and—it may be too soon but—the man I love.”
“Who said love has a timetable? Don’t they talk about love at first sight?”
“I think most people would agree that particular emotion is more accurately defined as lust.”
Van’s fingers splayed on my back beneath the soft sweater. “Oh, I have that too.” His large hand came down with a slap on my covered ass. “Now, let’s look in some bags. Maybe we’ll find something for you to wear when you meet with Wade Pharmaceutical’s board of directors.”
My stomach twisted at the thought.
“Not the lace panties,” I said, hoping to lighten my mood.
“Not that they can see,” Van clarified.